Obviously, Bee Phree is just a pen name. My parents weren’t hippies in the ’70s — they didn’t actually name me that. I chose it because here, I get to be free — free to rant, reflect, and write without filters.

I’ve been writing since the third grade — in journals, hidden in closets, even under the kitchen sink. (Yes, really. Don’t ask.) Writing was my outlet, my escape, and my way of taking the memories that haunted me and giving them somewhere else to live. It wasn’t polished or pretty, but it anchored me when everything else felt like chaos.

As an adult, the habit has stuck. Some people run. Some people bake. I write. It’s how I quiet my buzzing mind. A word, a memory, or even something ridiculously small can spiral me into overthinking until I put it on paper and free my mind from the noise. I’m not solving world peace here — just quieting the noise in my own head.

This space isn’t perfect. My punctuation will absolutely drive an English teacher insane, and my thoughts don’t always line up neatly. I’m not aiming for perfection, just a little relief. This is where I write the things I don’t want to say out loud, the thoughts that get stuck on repeat, and the feelings that need somewhere else to live.

This is my hive — a mix of sweet and sting, raw edges and golden moments. The coffee’s always strong, the words are unfiltered, and yes — my mind is always buzzing.

So grab a coffee, pull up a chair, and step inside the honeycomb. The hive is open, the buzz is real, and I’m glad you’re here. 🐝